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THE LINCOLN CABIN 

AND OTHER POEMS 



BY 

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AUTHOR OF 

THE TRENCH LAD 

(The Gorham Press, Boston) 




Published by the Author 

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CONTENTS 

PAGE 

The Lincoln Cabin .... 7 

April 8 

Arcadia 9 

Jerusalem 10 

Music 12 

The Sky . . . . . . .13 

Mary Magdalene 14 

Goddess Of Liberty . . . .15 

The Sea-Shell 16 

Jewel Casket . . ... .17 

The Sea 18 

Valley Of The Shadow ... 19 

Haying 20 

Happiness 21 

Country Life . . . . . .22 

The Captain 23 

His Way 24 

Wisdom 25 

Pearl Of Rare Price .... 26 

Peace 27 

Song Of The Shop 28 

The Daisy 29 



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The Poor Man 30 

The Sacrament 32 

The Painter 33 

Gethsemane 34 

The Call 35 

Man's Humanity to Man ... 36 

Roses .38 

Mother 39 

Requiem Lines 40 

Sun-Dweller 42 

The City of Gold 43 

Song of All Nations .... 44 

The Prodigal Son 46 

The Mississippi 47 

Eastward Ho! 48 

Vespers 49 



THE LINCOLN CABIN 



THE LINCOLN CABIN 

Humble on the farm, to stand, 
Where wood-vines still entwine; 
The palace of the land, 
The nation's shrine. 

Here he came forth, 

As children we are taught. 

Rich in simple worth. 

Earth's mighty deeds he wrought ! 

Hardly he toiled, and strove, 

'Tis written in the homely frame ; 

Life's richest fabric he wove. 

The world brings homage to his name! 

Like Christ for men, he had a heart. 
He lifted up a race. 
He did his part — 
We see it in his face. 

Lowly on the farm to stand, 
Where wood-vines will entwine; 
The Temple of the land, 
The people's shrine! 



APRIL 

April thou gentle month, 
With now a shower of rain, 
Sunshine and bright skies 
And soon it rains again ! 

The wind is blowing soft 
And the eves trickle. 
Things are being born 
— Thou month, so fickle. 

Foolish are they 

Who grumble at thy weather; 

God knows our needs, 

And waters wheat and heather! 



ARCADIA 

Sunshine and gentle breeze, 
And landscape all of green, 
Summer mid the meadow trees, 
How tranquil is the scene. 

Just to sit all day 
And watch the sheep. 
The lark projects his lay. 
The jays a trysting keep! 

Calling from the tip 
Of yonder pine-tree; 
And nature's varigated lip 
Is making melody. 

The sheep are cropping close 
The juicy growth of grass. 
Spread across the pasture, 
A gray and moving mass. 

How perfect is the scene. 
The flock upon the glade. 
The lilies deck the green! 
They loiter in the shade. 



JERUSALEM 

Jerusalem ! thou shalt not be hid, 
Fair city of four hills. 
Temples tombs, and ancient wall, 
Whate'er Jehovah wills. 

Favored city of our God, 
Splendid in thy day ! 
Here David set his royal throne, 
And walked his kingly way. 

Here the Jew shall come again. 
In thy vineyards raise his fruit. 
Lasting joy shall crown his head; 
Greet his Christ with harp, and lute. 

Jerusalem, in thy glory! 
Zion City in thy fall — 
The Bible tells the tragic story, 
Serving, sinning, suffering all. 

Solomon built his wondrous temple. 
Marvelous with its gems and gold. 
Cedars frou the woods of Lebanon, 
Marvelous temple, wealth untold! 



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Jesus stood upon thy street 

Teaching in the trader's mart. 

And in sorrow he did weep, 

And failed to win thy Hebrew heart. 

Jerusalem, thou shalt not be hid. 
Grand again, upon the hills ! 
Temples, tomb, and ancient wall, 
Whate'er Jehovah wills. 



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MUSIC 

Dost thou love music, 
Then draw near, 
And melody of harmonies 
Thou shalt hear. 

Orchestra bells are ringing, 
And the soft flute floats 
Upon the ear, 
And joins the organ notes. 

Sweet voices are singing 

A rhapsody of song; 

The trumpet and the trombone, 

Their sounding tones prolong. 

The violin tells of heaven 
On its strings! 
The piano, harp, — viola. 
The rustle of angel's wings. 



THE SKY 

Behold the grandeur that's above! 
Behold the glory of the sky, 
Sunshine and bright clouds, 
And all the beauties nigh! 

Though earth be soiled 
The sky is pure and clean; 
Up from the alley! 
The pink and blue are seen. 

Mountains of billowy masses 
Touched by the western glow; 
Peaks valleys, and crevasses, 
And now the gorgeous rainbow ! 

Behold the grandeur that's above, 
Behold the glory of the sky. 
Sunshine and bright clouds 
And all the colors nigh. 

Look up, not down, 
Where the glowing clouds expand ! 
Look forward, and not back. 
And lend a hand ! 



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MARY MAGDALENE 

Double dyed in sin 

Was she, 

Till Christ looked down in love, 

And set her free. 

Mary the Magdalene, 
Prostrate at His feet. 
The woman and her Lord 
On earth, did meet. 

Last at the cross. 
And first at the tomb was she, 
For she loved her Lord, 
Who set her free. 

Double dyed in sin? 

Now snow-white, and forgiven, 

Through all eternity 

She'll reign, in heaven! 



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GODDESS OF LIBERTY 

We're proud of America 
In the world's dark hour ! 
She has shown herself 
A true world power! 

Giving herself to others, 
With unstinted hand ; 
All mankind her brothers, 
In a foreign land! 

Leading in Liberty ! 
And gospel of Christ — 
She sets no price 
On her sacrifice. 



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THE SEA-SHELL 

It is a sea-shell, 
Of wondrous hue, 
Silvery transparency 
Tinted pink, and azure blue. 

He found the sea-shell 

On the ocean's shore. 

And the battling waves do beat it 

— O'er, — and o'er. 

It is so beautiful, 

Of wondrous hue, 

Silver transparency, tinted pink, 

And azure blue ! 

Thy soul is as the sea-shell 
On eternity's shore. 
And the battling waves do beat it 
O'er, and o'er, and o'er. 

It is so beautiful. 

Worn to priceless hue! 

And thy Lord doth love 

Its treasured pink, and tinted azure blue. 



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JEWEL CASKET 

Live the beautiful life, 

Mellowing with the years, 

What matters the burden and strife 

To the heart that smiles through tears ! 

Naught is so grand 
As beautiful living! 
God's own hand 
The pattern giving. 

Beautiful life, 
And beautiful presence, 
With these you are rife 
With heaven's essence! 



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THE SEA 

Gray and washing ocean, 
Let us sit by thee, 
And watch thy motion. 
Thou ever moving sea. 

On the rocks beating, 
The sail and the distant boat; 
Near the waves retreating, 
Above the clouds that float. 

To many a foreign land 

The steamers go; 

The storms rage upon the strand! 

The health-laden breezes blow. 

Blue and ceaseless motion 
Here is rest by thee. 
The grandeur of the ocean ! 
The mystery of the sea. 



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VALLEY OF THE SHADOW 

Not death, transition is a better word, 
Fling wide the shutters, let the sunshine in, 
Bring here another bunch of roses ! 
And to the shroud a pink and lily pin. 

The coffin is a couch of rosewood 
Whereon to rest thy wellbeloved dead, 
All things will be as they should. 
Believers have no need of dread. 

Life's toil and struggle for thy loved, is o'er. 
They're happy in the homeland, 
This day shalt thou be with me in Paradise ! 
Christ's parting promise take, and understand. 



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HAYING 

Across the meadows 

Come the scents, 
Of mixed aromas. 

Mingled mints. 

Perfumes deUcious 

The new mown hay ! 
And the felled clover 

On the harvest day. 

We would breathe it all, 

Our lungs expand! 
Where the soft south-wind 

Wafts across the land. 

Fruit of the acres ! 

Vine and plant, and butterfly, 
And odor of hay and clover. 

Curing neath the sky. 



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HAPPINESS 

Oh, the pure joy of Hving 
The flush of health's glow, 
The buoyant air breathing, 
To think ! and to know ! 

Oh the rare joy of being — 
The w^alk of the morning; 
The far acres teeming, 
Their fruitage adorning! 

Oh, the rich joy of serving 
Your neighbor, your God; 
The task never swerving — 
Upturning the sod! 

The leap in the water ! 
The forest to roam! 
The pots and the kettles 
The music of home. 

Oh the pure joy of living! 
Like the lark on the wing; 
Proclaim a thanksgiving 
Earth's riches to sing ! 



21 



COUNTRY LIFE 

Keep to the farm my boy, 
Stay by the growing acres ! 
Mind and hands employ, 
The town has many fakers. 

The farm is the place of health 
To feed the cities need ! 
The farm is the place of wealth, 
Rich treasures it doth breed! 

Man is never greater 

Than on the farm, 

When he deserts her 

Then sound the world's alarm! 



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THE CAPTAIN 

On fighting field 
We hold our stand. 
Advance or yield 
God's in command. 

Civil stress 
Pervades the land 
To curse or bless. 
God's in command! 

The look is bright, 
His guiding hand. 
Ahead there's light! 
God's in command. 



23 



HIS WAY 

God's way is best. 
Though hard to see 
How it can be. 
— God's way is best. 

His way is best. 
The verdict of the years 
Doth prove our needless fears, 
His way is best. 

God's way is best. 
Where'er he leads today, 
Sometime we'll say, 
His way was best. 



24 



WISDOM 

Wisdom is not knowledge, 

The lines of printed page 

To fill the head, 

With all that's learned and sage. 

Wisdom is experience ! 

You must live 

The fiery trial, 

E'er her fruitage she will give! 

So count it not strange, 

Do not criticize 

God's plan. 

For it makes you good and wise. 



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PEARL OF RARE PRICE 

Loves golden hour 
Like a string of pearl, 
A manly man 
And his chosen girl. 

Window casement, 
Full moon bright ; 
Stars in the heavens 
And a glorious night. 

Loves golden hour. 
Lives linked together, 
And no eternity 
Those lives to sever. 

Sacred pleasure 
From above! 
Earth's holy treasure 
Is — to love. 



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PEACE 

Peace — sweet peace, 
O'er the troubled world. 
The martial sounds to cease, 
The battle-flags all furled. 

Peace that passeth understanding, 
May it forever reign; 
Flowers and verdure springing 
The blue-birds sing again! 

Love throned in every nation, 
Hand joined with hand. 
Hatred to have cessation — 
Peace — peace ! on sea and land. 



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SONG OF THE SHOP 

Hurrah for our job! 
Best of the earth; 
And money enough, 
Whatever you're worth. 

The crash of the hammer ! 
The ring of the steel ! 
Press puUies and clammer, 
The whirl of the wheel ! 

A breath of free air 
Neath a fifty- foot roof, 
Arms like Achilles — 
We carry the proof ! 

Hurrah for our job. 
We wouldn't trade 
For the best paper job, 
That ever was made ! 



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THE DAISY 

Dainty dot of gold 

With its fringe of white, 
For thy lover to behold 

A thousand in sight! 

Dotting in the meadow, 
Dimpling in the lane, 

Smiling in the shadow 
Growing in the grain. 

We'd rather wear thee, daisy 

On our breast. 
Than jeweled emblem 

Or an earl's crest ! 

Dotting in the meadow 
Dimpling in the lane, 

Stay with us all summer 
Then — come again! 



29 



THE POOR MAN 

Everyman's born poor, 
And poor he must depart. 
What place has rank of gold 
Or lifted pride of heart ! 

The poor man has the earth 
All to enjoy; 

Ther're rich in honest worth 
Who mind and hands employ. 

Blessed are the poor 

For heaven they shall inherit, 

Happy are the poor 

Who achieve by patient merit. 

There's many a nobleman 

Clad in overalls ! 

A heart within of a prince or king. 

He goes where the day's work calls ! 

The poor man builds the world. 
Homes, castles, and proud towers ! 
Aloft the structures rise 
By the wand of his working hours. 



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Everybody's born poor, 
And poor they must depart. 
What right has rank of wealth 
Or lifted pride of heart ! 



31 



THE SACRAMENT 

Sacred elements of bread and wine, 
That doth our sin remove; 
To fit this erring frailty 
To come at last above. 

Humbly we break the bread, 
Kneeling in contrition. 
The blessed Lord looks down 
Forgiving our condition ! 

Take eat, it is my body, 
That all your guilt once bore ; 
Drink the wine it is my blood. 
And go and sin no more ! 

Sometime — in heaven 
With friends we'll pass the cup. 
Sometime, in that fair land 
With God, and Christ, vv^e'll sup ! 



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THE PAINTER 

Creator of the beautiful, 
With his many colors, 
The painter sees the beautiful 
Tiien paints it for others ! 

He brings us foreign lands, 
He pictures distant scenes, 
He recreates the past — 
The future's ideal dreams ! 

Purples — pinks — and yellows 
On his canvass spread, 
The mother in the shadows, 
The baby's golden head ! 

Nature in her loveliness. 
The mountain's frowning peek ! 
The painter finds them out 
Art's treasures he doth seek. 

Our homes are beautiful 
With his many colors; 
The painter sees the beautiful 
Then paints it for others ! 



GETHSEMANE 

Lord may the clouds in this life lift, 
The way today, is dark, 
Break somewhere a shining rift 
To guide a storm-tossed bark. 

We look across the valley 
Where the mists are setting low, 
Stand today, our ally, 
There comes a nameless foe. 

The gale is on the ocean ! 
The fog is on the sea — 
Fear and dread our portion. 
Naught is sure, but Thee. 



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THE CALL 

Give us men ! 
The work is great, 
Send us men — 
The world's at fate! 

They who for a cause 
Can hve or die. 
The needs of all the earth 
Are marching by ! 

Don't you hear the music 
Playing in the street? 
The trumpet and the bugle, 
The drum, and tread of feet! 

Send us men 

The work is pressing great ! 

Men I Men ! 

All earth's at fate. 



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MAN'S HUMANITY TO MAN 

A hundred years have gone 
Since the poet's song, 
"Man's inhumanity to man 
Makes countless thousands mourn !" 

A century of armed strife, 
Waterloo to Verdun, 
Red blots on the world's life, 
Man's record, what he has done. 

, There is a better way, than this, 
For warring nations. 
Spend on the arts of peace 
Thy vast creations! 

Let science lend itself to men 

And plan for their good. 

Not rearing a tiger's den. 

And turning on the world the murderous brood. 

Cause flowers to grow 
Where none grew before. 
The deserts of the earth sow 
And to the needy, open the door. 



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Shall we now come forth reclad, 
Planning good instead of bad! 
Turning to day the night 
Turning to joy the sad. 
Shall the world now write — 
"Man's humanity to man 
Makes countless millions glad!" 



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ROSES 

Loveliest of the flowers, 
Loveliest of all earth, 
O that of thy loveliness 
— There is no dearth ! 

Roses, Roses 

Here pink ones growing. 

Roses, Roses 

There red ones blowing. 

Blooming in Spring-time, 
Blossoming in June- time ■ 
Rose chalice on the trellis 
Scenting every clime! 

Loveliest of the flowers. 

Loveliest of all earth, 

Natal gift 

At the earth's birth. 

O that of thy rose loveliness ! 

There is no dearth. 



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MOTHER 

The angel mother, 

Whose fair face 

Is more to us 

Than a madonna's grace. 

I see her bending o'er me, 
The sympathizing look 
And gentle voice. 
That always kindness spoke. 

Though all the world condemn! 
Her faith was in me; 
Whate'er I am 
Her love has made me! 

God has intrusted 
All to mother, 
When she is gone 
There is no other. 



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REQUIEM LINES 

The tear becomes thy cheek today, 
For a great man is gone. 
Lift thy heart in a plaintive lay, 
And sing the dirge-like song. 

The world seems empty, today, 
Heads are bowed in sorrow; 
Who will lead the nation on her way 
Or cheer the lone tomorrow! 

Mourn for the felled estate 

Of him who is lying low. 

Forget not his righteous hate 

In dealing wrong the stinging blow! 

And men will build cities as of yore, 
Rearing aloft the high emblazoned dome, 
And others then will write their eager score, 
Borne on the public's wave of popular foam. 

How fitting at last is death, 

As noble and at peace, they lie ; 

Who would bring back the parted breath? 

Or recreate the souls of those who die. 



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He had a dream and lived it, 

He saw a people severed from the wrong! 

He served a nation but to save it, 

He bore the jeers and plaudits of a throng. 

Statesman rest — thy task accomplished ! 
Head no more the party's call; 
Naught to thee, victorious, vanquished. 
Or that issues rise or fall. 

Mourn for a manly hero ! 

There is a place in life for grief, 

There is joy in pleasure and in sorrow. 

In tears and grief, the heart doth find relief. 

And in some humble mound consign our chief; 
There one with nature, mingled with the clod, 
Let nature rear her perfect picture, 
Man's work here ends, he lives again, with God ! 



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SUN - DWELLER 

Thinking exalted thoughts 
Viewing the noble things, 
Skyward-bound — 
You shall have wings. 

The sordid needs of earth 

Do fill and crowd the day, 

We buy and sell, and live and toil 

For this abode of clay. 

But — Sun-dweller ! 

Join yourself to the morning star, 

And sky-bound 

Take your way in a wing-ed car! 



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THE CITY OF GOLD 

There is a city made with gold, 
I have seen it in the clouds, 
I have heard its wafted music 
Just at eve, ere night enshrouds. 

There is no sorrow in that city 
There is no night there. 
Nor pain, nor suffering, 
Nor everburdening care. 

Temples turrets, and towers ! 

At evening I behold 

That wondrous city — 

Adorned with gems, and made with gold. 



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SONG OF ALL NATIONS 

Great God thou art often pleased 
To shield thine own from wrong; 
In notes of praise our voice is raised, 
In melody of song! 

The Hebrews came unto the sea, 
Their masters did persue. 
You said your people should be free 
And the ocean overthrew! 

Thermopylae ! Where stood the Greek ! 
And liberty arose; 
Full courage came unto the weak 
And fought a million foes ! 

Art, learning, and Christian hope, 
Lay bare before the horde, 
A heavenly champion did cope. 
Our Victor in the Lord ! 

Freedom of the western world 
Did bloom, and shed its ray. 
And all the eastern world 
Now glories in the day! 



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One last attempt did monarchs make 
To bind the sons of men, 
Upon the Marne was set the stake, 
They shall not pass — again! 

Our God thou art often pleased 
To guard thine own from wrong. 
In notes of praise our voice is raised, 
In lines of noble song! 



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THE PRODIGAL SON 

Traveling the world up and down, 
Beating the battling sea! 
Where'er I roam, back home. 
There's a light in the window for mc ! 

I see its rays a-streaming 

Into the night afar; 

Through the years its friendly gleaming 

Has been my guiding star ! 

They tell me God has a cure 
For outcasts such as me. 
A remedy certain and sure. 
To set a poor fellow free. 

Roaming the world up and down ! 
Sailing the trackless sea. 
Tonight I'm setting back home 
To the light in the window for me ! 



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THE MISSISSIPPI 

Father of Waters 

Flowing to the gulf. 

Draining a continent, 

Winding through plain and bluff. 

Majestic river! Stately, broad and grand, 
World-commerce bearing on thine arms ; 
Plantations of sugar and cotton, 
Banks crowned with a thousand farms ! 

Thy upper regions have a natural beauty. 

Tourist's mecca of scenery, 

Broad and fertile valley, 

Woods, rocks, and hills of greenery! 

River of two zones 
Meeting the sea, below; 
By cities, states, and Empire ! 
Goes thy wide, majestic flow. 



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EASTWARD HO! 

China calls me, I must go, 
Her people live beneath the pall 
Of suffering, ignorance and vice; 
China Land — I hear thy call ! 

The boat shall bear us to the orient, 

Where missions daring banner is unfurled; 

The Indes — mid the ocean's current! 

And Singapore ! The cross-roads of the world ! 

There is happiness in serving, 

Miss not life's rarest thrill 

Of ministering to the deserving; 

And telling Brown-men of His way and will. 

India has a host of devotees 
Who bind themselves in throbbing pain; 
We'll seek them with a modern chivalry, 
Knight-errant tour the distant main ! 

The Congo calls us, we must go, 
Her people low beneath the pall 
Of misery, wretchedness, and vice; 
Congo Land! We heed thy call! 



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VESPERS 

The holy quiet hour 

On sabbath night. 

The organ's swelling power 

Leads our song flight. 

The holy quiet hour, 
How good to be 
Humble and near, 
At one with Thee. 

Before the altar 
In the accustomed seat; 
We read the psalter, 
And dear friends meet. 

Life's shadows lengthen — 
How good to be, 
Hear in thy presence, 
At one with Thee. 



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